Saturday, April 3, 2010

spring ride!

It's Spring again. This is my 2nd one. The 1st time I saw Spring, I was a baby and I didn't know what flowers were or that you couldn't eat them. I was surprised that there was soft stuff under the frozen stuff. But I've see it all now. I'm experienced.

There are good things about Spring. It means we go to the dog park even more. There are waaaay more smells. If the Dad is working outside I can lay down on the grass and watch for other dogs and people on wheels. The Mom starts taking me for walks just for fun.

But the best part is that I get to ride outside the car. It is the best. There is a thing outside the window for my paws. I stand on the seat and put my front paws on the paw holder. If the Dad would open the window all the way down it would be coolest, but he won't do it. It is the best part of Spring anyway.

If I could get the Mom to ride in the back I could ride like this every time!

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Quincy speaks

I was adopted by two old hippies who think they are artists. They are pretty good to me and I think I've figured them out pretty well. Like, pitiful whimpering works really well, biting not so much.

Anyway, I was in this "rescue" place and when they came in I went over to the wall and stuck my face in the corner because I could tell the lady was gonna fall for that poor puppy routine. It worked. The man kept holding up fancy dancy dogs but she picked me and he went along with it. He shoulda tried that pitiful whimpering thing.

My dog Mom is a Catahoula Leopard Dog, daddy was a travelin' man. Lots of people think he was a black lab. I guess because I have black fur and floppy ears. We'll probably never know.

So, now I live in a city with them and 2 other dogs called "cats" that just will not cooperate with me but I keep trying. Cities are pretty noisy but I'm getting used to it. There is no yard, but they keep promising to take me to a place called a dog park. I'm not sure what that is, but I hope there aren't any of those cat dogs there.

My new Dad writes a blog about peace and my new Mom writes one about art and they decided I should write one, too, if only to keep me busy I guess.

So, here I am, writing about how life looks from a foot off the ground. Life in a city. Life without opposable thumbs. Life in a land called, as far as I can tell, "nonobadoffdown".